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JAGGER
"Eight million for some girl?" Colton frowns and scoffs, his hair falling into his eyes. "Fuck that."
I glare at him. We're in my house, the four of us: Wolfe, Kaden, Colton, and me. I need their help.
Wolfe leans forward and rubs his temples with his fingers while Kaden gazes at me.
"Some girl? That'smygirl's best friend." Kaden shoots a glare that almost matches mine to Colton, who shrugs.
"So fucking what? Why should he pay eight million? He wouldn't if she washisgirl, and she'snot. Like Jagger gives a fuck."
Another snort.
Wolfe watches me.
Kaden glares at me.
"He's got Molly because of me," I say slowly, hating that I've had to bring my friends into this. I don't want them to know everything, but it looks like they're going to have to. They may not be my friends after.
Well, maybe Kaden won't be. The others don't have morals.
"Because of you? How?" Wolfe asks, fixing me with a gaze that tells me he knows what's gone down.
But he doesn't, not a fucking clue.
I drag my hands through my hair and tug on it until my scalp protests. This is fucking insane. I've already paid the eight million. It wasn't even up for debate. But I want Lawson to pay, and I'm not going to be able to take him down on my own. Not without my friends.
"Where's Hunter?" Colton questions and then yawns as Kaden says, "On vacation."
"So it's just us?" Colton laughs, and I scowl.
"We can do it," I snap at Colton. "We can get her back."
Colton snorts and laces his fingers behind his head, grinning with amusement. "I know she's good pussy, Jagger, but you don't have to do this."
Wolfe stares at me. "What have you done?"
I exhale heavily. "Shit I can't repair. I need to get her out of there."
Wolfe doesn't ask anything else—why would he? He's with his stepsister, and the shit he did to her…nothingwould surprise him.
"Did you hurt her?" Kaden asks gruffly. "Because Aphrodite?—"
"Fuck your girl, man!" Colton leans forward, his eyes flashing. "Since when have we ever cared for girls? They're pussy. End of. I'm fucking disappointed with you fuckers."
Wolfe turns to look at Colton with narrowed eyes, his lips flattening. "Your disappointment is irrelevant. Jagger has asked for your help—provide it or fuck off."
Kaden glares at Colton who throws his hands up.
"I'm not a fucking hero, certainly not for some woman. So she's good at sucking cock?—"
I see red.
I launch from my seat, landing my fist in Colton's cheek before I bring the other down, refusing to stop until he's fighting back. He shoves me, and we fall to the ground—but I don't stop. I punch him in the ribs, and he gasps, not before I smash my fist into his eye. He rolls off me, and I jump to my feet, dragging him by the throat until he's upright.
"Don't fucking talk about her like that!" I roar, shoving him in his chest. He barrels toward me, his head hitting my stomach as air leaves my lungs.
